Mark Me On The Inside

There are moments
Like this
When you need more from me.
You don’t just want my kisses,
My roaming hands and tongue,
My sweet words
Whispered in your ear,
Deep moans of satisfaction
When you enter me,
Slow grinds
That intensify
And tender cries
Before you ease out.
Eye to eye,
Cheek to cheek,
As we come effortlessly,
Wrapped in our love,
Secure in its warmth.

Sometimes,
I see the look in your eyes.
I feel the restlessness
Of your body.
I read your pulse,
Know your mind.
The spot that you return to,
Where you leave your mark
On mere flesh,
On this soft body
That is pliable and molded
To your needs,
It is not enough.
To bite at one location
Feels like a constraint.

There are times
When lines must be crossed,
When you grow feral with need,
Become one with a deeper nature.
Something new,
Yet old as time itself,
Wells up inside of you
And has to be unfettered.
This goes beyond the law of logic.
It frees itself from the realm of thought.
It transcends normal consciousness.
It needs only to feed.
It needs only to feel.

The hour is now.
You approach the threshold.
There is no need for supplications,
I am already yours.
I kiss your lips,
Before my surrender,
And open all the doors
And windows
To this body.

This is the moment
Beyond lust,
When you don’t just
State your claim
You dominate it.
You mark me on the inside.
There is where my soul lies.
You reach into me
To grasp it.
You break into me
And take what is yours.
Your movements carnal,
Never cruel nor sadistic.
I am overcome,
Uninhibited,
Free and flowing,
Dripping with satisfaction
By the hands
That go beyond just touch,
The mouth
That must taste me,
Every inch.

This is when
The part of your body that needs me the most
Takes over and stretches me wide open,
Everywhere,
As I bow and splay myself before you.
There is pain that amplifies
The heights of pleasure,
Beyond description.
I beg as you growl out
Your consummation,
Collapsing upon my back
In our bodies’ sweat,
Satisfied.
And, I am now marked
New
On the inside
By your ecstasy.

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